Do Thou Direct Thy Chariot, Lord

Do Thou di­rect Thy cha­ri­ot

Lord

And guide us at Thy will;

Without Thy aid our strength is vain

And use­less all our skill.

Look down up­on Thy saints below

When pros­trate laid be­neath the foe.

Belovèd Shep­herd

who hast saved

Our souls from death and sin

Uplift Thy voice

awake Thy sheep

That slum­ber­ing lie with­in

Thy fold; and curb

with Thy right hand

The rage of Sa­tan’s fu­ri­ous band.

Send down Thy peace and ban­ish strife

Let bit­ter­ness de­part;

Revive the spir­it of Thy grace

In each true Christ­ian’s heart;

Then shall Thy Church for­ev­er sing

The prais­es of her heav­en­ly king.